CPM, CBI, CIA AND OTHER DEMONS

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Keralam, I have always felt, is an enormous saloon designed exclusively for men.

A dingy joint jam-packed with receding hairlines, thick mustaches and prosperous beards in various shades engaged in political chat round the clock.

No wonder, it immediately reminds one of those god forsaken humid towns in Marquezian tales bustling with insomniac mosquitoes, idealist revolutionaries, lampoons, hired assassins and women of all kinds eagerly looking forward to the end of the world.

(And no wonder Marquez is such an icon of Mallu men)

Let me make it clear at the outset itself that I am not assuming a moralistic female-outsider position with no role in this gargantuan shit.

I damn well know I am part and parcel of it.

It’s just that post-Lavalin the place has become absolutely unbearable.

All men, it seems are desperately trying to slip into the rugged faces and masks of Pinarayi Vijayan, V.S Achuthanandan and Jayarajan(s)

Everybody is in the queue to enroll as either fan or foe. The television interlocutors and their expert guests are the classic instances. Even the virtual space is dominated by such dim wits that your inbox resembles the municipal wall in Thalassery!

The guys who sit at all headquarters, I think, just adore mystery. It must be that the majority of them are above or around fifty; a generation that grew up on a staple diet of CID stories in print and on screen. They love to believe that CIA is loitering on their lots and they will be kidnapped in the middle of night and whisked away to some exotic penal island with kinky torture devices.

How I wish it was true!

June 13th, 2009 | Category: Politics | (8 votes, average: 3.75 out of 5)
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